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CHRISTMAS, 1940 


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C oj^yri ght, 1940 


PRESS OF FOOTE k OAVIES> 


NC., ATLANTA 


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To 

My Husband 
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CONTENTS 


Silver Clouds.4 

Oak Trees.5 

CKristmas Cradle Song.6 

A Child's Retreat.7 

The Skies at Night.8 

A Mother’s Wish.9 

Beauty.10 

Lengthening Days.11 

My Friend.12 

Tulips.13 

Easter-Tide.14 

Sunrise Hill.15 

Through Autumn Day.16 

Love’s Garden.17 

When Summer Goes.18 

The Miracle of Fall.19 

To a Wild Crane.20 

Life’s Treasures.21 

The Heart Speaks.22 

Tapestry.23 

Wind-Swept.24 

Thanksgiving.25 

Two Sisters.26 

My Ship.27 

Mocking Bird Melody.28 

Hilltops.29 





















SILVER CLOUDS 





Sometimes darh. shy may seem to swee'p 

Across life's dimdit way 

With shadows, hlinding you who hee^ 

A vigil through the gray; 

Yet, know that after each long night 
Pale clouds at length shine through — 
Silvered with ho'pe, and morning light. 
And starA)red faith anew. 










Whenever 1 look at an old oak tree. 

Somehow it whis'^ers new hoj^e to me; 
Glorious faith shines before my eyes 
Like a fountain of stars against the skies, 

I think of the storms this tree has fought. 

Of refuge its sheltering limbs have brought; 
And bending close I can hear it call 
A greeting to winds as they rise and fall. 

Strong oak, with the strength that has no fears, 
And the rugged wisdom of many years, 

I fain would capture a meager 'part 

Of the courage that dwells within your heart. 













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O Christmas hells, chime gently, lest you wake 
A tiny Bahe, wra'p'ped close in slumber deep; 
Where two adoring ones their vespers make. 
And angels all about glad vigil keep, 

O Christmas star, beam softly, startle not 
The blessed Child asleep this holy night; 

But safely guide our hearts to that bright spot 
In Bethlehem where shines celestial Light, 





















1 know the jHace that 1 love best, 

A s^ot so cool and still — 

A/y leafy castle near the crest 
Of our moss-covered hill; 

O, this IS where brown thrushes sing 
To me through all the day. 

While I jtretend I am their king 
And they my 'peo'ple gay; 

I like to ^lay till shadows cree'^. 

Or cold late breezes blow, 

And then / hurry down to slee'^ 

In my warm bed below. 
















Niffht skies are wondrous things to me. 
And when I look at them 1 see 
Not just a moon with drifting clouds. 
But holy light that strangely shrouds 
Afy being like soft angel wings. 
Endowing me with precious things: 

The ^eace of little towns at night; 
Warm courage from a gold stars light; 
Stretches of endless s^ace that bring 
New strength;—but best of everything 
Is when I raise worshipful eyes 
To find God s face in evening skies! 













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Sweet bahe, I would that I might kee'p 
You smiling through the years^ 

A care-free heart, too glad to wee'^. 
Safeguarded from lifers tears. 

But not for long is childhood's way. 
Time travels swiftly on; 

The moments that are bright to-day, 

Tomorrow will be gone! 
















Beauty is always a shining thing. 

Whether it flies on the gleaming wing 
Of a wild gull crossing some distant shore. 
Or nestles dee'p in the rose by your door. 

Where you can find it. Beauty sheds light. 
Gold in the daytime—silver at night, 
Haj^pily twinkling like sunbeams in spring. 
Beauty is always a shining thing. 

Could our blind hearts awaken to see 
All the bright beauty that God meant to be 
Cherished on earth—then at last we would 
sing: 

**Beauty is always a shining thing!* 


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S'^ringtime roused from dreamy slumber 
Dons her shining wings. 

Speeding earthward with bright treasure 
That she yearly brings: 


Dawns that '^aint a dark horizon 
Earlier with light. 

Sunsets lingering till heaven 
Calls the stars for night; 

These are golden moments fastened 
On Time's chain of hours. 

Gleaming like a feweled necklace 
Through swift A^ril showers! 


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I think that you have always heen my friend — 
Yes, long before the touch of your kind hand 
Had brought me strength, your eyes would 
strive to send 

?dy heart warm solace it could understand. 

**}^y friend**—what precious words are these 
that shine 

Like brighuwinged birds against an o^en sky 
As heavenward they rise; O, friend of mine. 
So may our wings of friendship bear us high! 


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The Tuli'^ blooms a fairy cu^ 

That catches S'^arkling dewdro'ps wp; 
Then butterflies of every hue 
Fly down to si^ sweet honeydew. 

Such secrets glad do tulif^s share 
And nod their heads with mystic air; 
Oy it would be a joyous thing 
To dance like tulips in a ring. 

Their satin 'petalSy touched with gold 
Some happy magic seem to hold; 

YeSy tulips are both wise and gay — 
They sleep at night and shine all day. 


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This Easter dawn the ^ale skies gleam 
With golden shafts of day; 

Like rays of shining ho'^e they seem 
To those who kneel and '^ray; 

To all who come on hended knee. 

And thank their Lord ahove 
For hlessed immortality — 

The risen Saviour s love. 

Oh, tremblingly my heart I jdace 
This joyous Easter tide, 

V^on His cross—and '^ray that grace 
May in my life abide. 


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I must go hack to a ^lace I know — 

Far hack across the years — 

Before hfe*s candle flame hums low 
Like a star when morning nears; 

To a wind’hlown hill that climhs its way 
High wff against the sky 
Where long ago a child at ^lay 
Watched white cloudAyoats sail hy, 

I must go hack to my carefree hill 
Where grass grows dee'p and strong^ 
Where a silver’^throated whi^jtoorwill 
May strengthen my heart with song, 

O, take me hack this very night 
Once more to see sun-rise 
With its rosey tints of golden light 
Against dark-curtained skies. 


I must go hack—hut oh, can I? 

}dy ^ath seems dimmer now — 

Yet, I must gather courage high 
To reach my goal somehow, 

O, Sunrise Hill, send me your light 
Across time s widening shoal 
That I may hold your sjirit bright — 
God’s sunrise—in my soul! 


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Loveliness is everywhere — 

Shining through blue autumn air; 
Tinting clouds that herald morn; 
As day is born. 

Soon across this dawning light 
Leaves begin their earthward flight. 
Whirling down in colors gay 
Till close of day. 

Then night s 'pur'ple shade is drawn; 
For the earth must slee'p till dawn. 
Covered with a leafy spread 
Of gold and red. 




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}4y garden is a lovely thing. 

It shines the long year through 
With golden light; all seasons hring 
Dee'p radiance anew. 

For whether it he springtime fair 
Or darkest winter days, 

?4y wondrous garden still is there 
Smiling for me always. 

Such steadfast heauty could not he 
Of changing earth a part; 

But once Love came and made for me 
This garden in my heart! 
























Something wistful, something rare. 
Lingers in late summer air. 
Whispering that every flower 
Has spent its hour. 

Crickets drone a plaintive song. 
Heralding the raindrop throng 
That comes drenching harvest hay 
At close of day. 

Thus does Summer take her flight, 
Poised on golden wings of light. 
While soft winds moan low to tell 
Their fond farewell! 







In autumn every tree is decked 
With charming gaiety^ 

But none is so majestic 
As the lofty mafle tree 
Whose 'poignant loveliness strikes dee'p 
Against a cloudless sky^ 

Where, breaking into ra'^turous fire. 
Bright wings of flame S'pread high. 

How dazzhngly ecstatic 
Is the wealth of glory found 
In richly colored ma'^le leaves 
Fast whirling to the ground 
Like gold-winged butterflies afloat. 

Or scarlet birdlings rare — 

They dart and dance intriguingly 
While shimmering through the air. 


I think that heaven lends this tree 
A shining crown each fall 
That skills celestial jewels 
Over ^ath and garden wall. 

Or dro'ps them into dew-drenched arms 
Of tardy-hlooming flowers. 

There to glow with sparkling light 
Through golden sunlit hours. 


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I saw you slowly flying 
High over marshal and trees; 

A httle sailboat flying 
Its course mid star-strewn seas; 
On. on, you calmly drifted — 
Cloud-white against dee'p blue — 
Till my own heart was lifted 
On shining wings to you. 









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I gain deep comfort from such simple 
things — 

A branch of scarlet leaves across my 
way; 

A bird s high call; blue sky that 

autumn brings — 

All these help me find sunshine through 
my day. 

And when the twilight darkens toward 
nighty 

I see joy shining in the silver moon 

Through drifting clouds that steal the 
sunset s lights 

To save it for the dawn that follows 
soon. 


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These are the things that last as time 
goes hy. 

Bright gems on earth which S'^eak of life 
to he; 

My soul will hoard these treasures so that 


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May some day see them shine immortally. 


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With freedom of will and aim. 

And room for the soul to hreathe, 
A/y heart would stake its claim 
On an o^en wind^swe^t heath. 

Treasure ohscure in a mine 
Is naught hy some far-flung way. 
Where sunlight*s gold may shine 
Or sjfangled moonbeams llay, 

O, give me the boundless length 
Of earth, and sky, and sea. 

That my heart may garner strength 
From the wells of infinity. 





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Her home is a taj^estry 
Love’-magic weaves — 

A ramhling white house 
Pee'ping out through green leaves; 
An old fashioned garden 
With tall trees around 
Is artfully woven 
Into the background; 

Then far down one side. 

Through shadows and light, 

A gay winding hrook 
Forms a ribbon of white; 

While high over head 
Is a ^ale tone of blue. 

So carefully blended 
For sky-color true; 


But the ^lan for this picture 
(Like all tajtestry) 

Is hidden away 
Where no one can see; 
And here shines the light 
That illumines this art — 
The lantern of love 
In a home-keeping heart! 


O^en your door and call to the wind 
As it goes rushing hy, 

**Blow through my house and swee'p it clean 
Like the lovely shining sky.** 

**Brush out the cobwebs of dusty fear 
Lurking in corners dark. 

Fill me anew with a breathless joy 
Like the ha'p'py singing lark.** 

O'^en your heart and call to the wind 
As it goes rushing by, 

**?dake me as you are—fraught with 
strength — 

Scaling horizons high!** 








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The sweet, glad season comes again 
When heads hend low in thankful grayer 
For blessings showered down like rain 
V'pon God*s peo'ple everywhere. 

Whenf riends and loved ones gather near 
About the hearth fires in the home. 

To fill anew the moments dear 
With tender memories that come. 

When weary hearts of men are filled 
At last, with fteace so long denied. 

Like restless children gently stilled 
In loving arms at eventide. 










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J^istress Sea is such a heauty^ 

A winsome hoyden gay. 

With curling s^ray for tresses 
And a laughing, ha'^'py way; 
Ca'ptivating all who see her 
Swing so merrily along, 

Itihe some lovely dancing gypsy 
Who lilts a witching song. 

But her haughty sister, Pdountain 
Is a maiden tall, and calm. 

Whose stony heart is jealous 
Of a gayer sister s charm; 

Her face grows dark with shadow 
Behind a cloud~veil white. 

When handsome Mr. Moon bends low 
To kiss the Sea good-night. 


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A mystic shi'p sailed here one dawn 

From darkness into 1ife*s glow. 

Bearing an eager heart to meet 

Its portion of weal and woe. 

The years have swe'pt my craft afar 

Storm tossed on an unknown sea; 

But glorious light that shines above 

Is beckoning on to me. 

This same little shi'p some day 
must return 

Home again through the stardit 
west, 

(And here is my heart s dearest wish 
to-night) 

God grant it find Thee—and rest! 


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From my window I watch a gray hird singing^ 
Trilling his song from a gnarled old hough 
Of the blossoming 'pear; and his music keeps 
ringing — 

Bringing a message of joy somehow. 

O, the golden lilt of those shimmering chimes. 
That pour from the tiny feathered throat. 

Is breaking my heart a hundred times — 

To mend it again with one glorious note I 

His song is the first warm breath of spring; 

A rapturous hope that follows pain; 

The song that the human heart must sing 
After life s winter rain. 














Hilho'ps are lovely s'pots to he 
High where winds are strongt 
Close to the sky*s bright canopy. 
Close to a hluehird*s song; 

Where every cloud is silver-lined 
With dreams that may come true, 
O, how I love the hilltops kind — 
I think God loves them, too. 


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